Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.